The themes of women! Mounting up the sky,

Beating the air with tremulous weak wings,

How shall so small a matter win so high,

The vain sweet goal of their imaginings?

Striving for Beauty, dark philosophy,

Or the obscure and purple deeps of truth,

How shall they know their one great verity,

The answer to their queries and their youth?

Simple vain themes of women! Only this

One theme may lift their wings to goals above,—

To spill their hearts out blindly in a kiss,

An infinite surrendering to love.